it was a seasonal job at Target. I figured it was a good way to get my feet wet in the workforce. and, if it didn't work out, 1) it was seasonal, so it didn't matter anyway and 2) it wasn't in my field, so it still didn't matter anyway. but if it did work out, they were hiring a few people to stay on, so I would have a little job, and we needed the money and I am going crazy being in the house.
but, if you noticed in my second sentence, I used the word, "was."
I had had the choice of cashier or sales floor when I got hired and, considering my vertigo, I figured sales floor was a better choice because I figured standing in one spot for hours and hours would not work out and at least with the sales floor position, I'd get to walk around the whole time.
well, was I sadly mistaken.
I may have been right about the standing in one spot being a bad thing, however, I had no idea what the sales job actually entailed. I found out. and I didn't last past 2 days. 3 if you count orientation.
I had to constantly walk and put things on the shelves all day long. walk. bend. stretch. lift. walk. stand. walk. bend. walk. you get the idea. about 2 1/2 hours into the shift, my feet hurt so badly, I wanted to scream. By hour 4, my head was swimming. By the end of the shift, I am not quite sure how I managed to get myself out of the store, but every nerve in my body was on fire. fibromyalgia, vertigo, and just generally being out of shape...bad combination! Especially for a job like that. I thought if I tried again, I might work myself up to being able to complete the shift without pain. It was just as bad though, if not worse.
although I felt guilty about it, I had to let the job go. I still feel like I've been hit by a truck, but I'll recover.
I spent all day today looking for some other kind of work. something less physical.
oh, and I drove the other day, too.
baby steps. I'll get back to being me, I think.
